My father's tartan cashmere scarf, which he purchased at Langrock's in New Haven.
I have been the grateful recipient over the years of so many items handed down from family members and close friends. This includes paintings, silver and old jewelry, but also more simple things like books, wood bins and kitchen bowls.
And inevitably when I use or simply look at these items, I think of the person from whom I got them. I appreciate almost every time their taste, commitment to quality, and generosity.
Each time I throw my red tartan scarf around my neck (as I did this morning filling our bird feeder), or glance at his now unused pipes, I am connected with my late father. The textures and smells remind me of him (insert Proust reference here).
I now wear my mother's Burberrys trench, which we purchased 36 years ago at Burberrys, NYC. The chair and mirror were also handed down.
I am grateful to my parents for long ago purchasing items that I can still use today. And, even more wonderful, the items themselves, almost totemically, recall happy memories of going with my parents at an early age to great places.
Two of my father's many pipes that he bought with me at Alfred Dunhill in New York
My mother's Ghurka handbag, which we selected together in 1976 (you can almost make out the unique registration number in the corner).
I needed to visit my local tack shop for some Lexol for the leather.
This is what was waiting for me one day at the home of our old and dear friend CWC III.
There is a higher standard with which I treat these gifts. I never give away what has been given. I have spent hours happily removing a few spots or mending a few loose buttons over the years.
One item I recently took out of the closet was my father's G9.
My father and husband both bought their G9s from Huntington, whose catalog page we happened to have saved.
My father in his, at Pemaquid Point, Maine in 1990.
My father capturing the playful torment bestowed upon my mother by CWC III, a ritual enjoyed to this day.
My son, as of this year, is now wearing my father's G9. While a new one is available at O'Connell's, I am confident this one will continue to serve our family for quite a bit longer.